I'm So Tired...

   So Wednesday morning, my dad and I had to wake up early to prepare a $1400+ catering order. We were running back and forth and it was so tiring. We had another one after that, though not as big. I originally planned to finish the order and then head to class, but we were running late so I couldn't make it.
   We closed early that night and headed home to shower and pack up for our trip back to Canada. I drove for about 2-3 hours. I wanted to drink my Red Bull and drive longer, but my dad wouldn't let me.
   After many breaks here and there, we finally arrived around 1 pm. From there, we got ready to head to my grandpa's funeral. My grandma looked really sad the whole time. When we finally got to the funeral home, she broke down crying and we were all standing there watching her. I don't know what made me cry more, seeing her like that, or seeing my grandpa lying there. He looks so different from when I last saw him, much thinner than before. The whole thing lasted for hours, my sister and I crying on and off. At one point, I had to escort each kid out one at a time to sneak them some chocolate because they were hungry.
   We have to wake up early tomorrow for the burial so that's all I'll write about for now.

And Now I'm Home

   After spending the night, my dad, my sister, and I headed home because of school. We had to take my cousin back to her dorm too. We stopped and ate a lot on the way back. I think we stopped about 4 times. I'm super tired now, but I have a paper due on Wednesday so ughhhh. We'll be heading back up there Wednesday night.

This Might Sound Weird But...

   I'm in Canada right now. My grandpa was in the hospital with leukemia and he got worse overnight so Saturday morning, at about 6, my mom woke us up and told us that we're going to Canada. We actually drove here, with my parents and I taking turns. I drove first because I always feel sick when I'm in a car, but not driving it. An hour into the drive, my aunt called and told us that my grandpa passed away. I haven't seen him in about 2-3 years and now he's gone. He was always asking about when we would go visit him, but we didn't make it in time. Now, the whole family's here and everything's crazy.
   I wish I could stay longer, but because of school and the restaurant, my dad, my sister, and I are heading home Sunday morning (today). That doesn't give us much time here since we only got here at about 10 pm. My mom will be staying up here with the rest of the family to settle everything. She says that they're planning to have the funeral on the 20th, so we'll have to drive back up here then.
   This whole day has been a mess. There were some times when I felt sad, and then others when I felt very neutral. I don't know, it just feels weird. It's hard to believe he's gone.

Fresh Start

   I was having problems with my laptop and it was really frustrating me. The screen is supposed to rotate like a tablet, but it wasn't rotating. It never did. Okay, it did for a little while when I bought it, but stopped after the first day. I called Dell Tech Support and they went in and downloaded a bunch of stuff. It worked that day and then stopped working again. After that, my laptop started having problems with the sound. I ended up calling the number on the warranty I bought with the laptop and they told me to do a factory reset. It took FOREVER, but after putting all my stuff back on, it's working fine now.
   I had to reset my phone too because the battery was draining really fast. I don't think I lost anything, but now I have to log back into all my apps and it's just so time-consuming. I think it's a little better now, but I'm not sure.

So I'm Eighteen Now...

   Now what? What "special privileges" do I get? I don't know, but nothing's different. All I have is the knowledge that I'm a year older now.
   I didn't really do anything for my birthday. I don't think I've really done anything for years now. I feel like nothing good ever happens on my birthday. Like yesterday, I dropped my phone TWICE. It was painful.
   As you can probably tell, I have nothing interesting to write about. I'm kind of just bs-ing my way through this- but maybe I'll think of something or something will happen later and I can write another post about it.

Potatoes

   I love potatoes for some reason. It's to the point where when I get potato wedges from KFC, I dip them in mashed potatoes. That sounds weird, but mashed potatoes are literally the only thing I've ever dipped my potato wedges into. So right now, I'm sitting here with a bowl of rice, potatoes, and sweet potatoes and I swear it's like heaven-